Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Yup, my crazy lil kitty is at it again. She's a demanding little thing, especially when it comes to her food and water. Whenever we eat, Xena eats, so, while we're eating breakfast, the lil diva decided her water dish wasn't fresh enough. She meowed, rubbed our legs, tried to stare us down, but we ignored her. Not one to be ignored, she jumped up onto a perch that allows her to see out the kitchen window and proceeded to lick the frost on the window...wow...needless to say, I freshened her water dish.

Anyway, I discovered that my netbook's MS Office was only a trial version...ugh. I mean, it did warn me that the trial was coming to an end. Said some features would be unavailable...ummm, really?? The only feature that works is the window that allows you to purchase the "full version". Okay, so I'm thinking my idea of "some" and theirs must obviously be QUITE different. So, I wasn't able to work on my book last night. KC was not happy. :o(

I did, however, find a new image to write about. Yay! Check it out:

Roiling mist swirls around tree roots jutting raggedly from a dark, thick, mossy base. Sharp, earthy scents hover, mocking the senses. A dream-like state, eerily manifests itself with a headiness that makes one question one's sanity. Silence presses down with suffocating intent. Pinpoints of light battle with gloom for dominance. The ground feels like a living, breathing entity, moving with each step. He returns here...over and over. He needs to see her, if only in his mind. His heart, broken and bloodied. Why hadn't he said the things he should have? Regret burns like acid. Taken too soon. No more time. No rewind. A final chapter, remains unwritten...

I love how things evolve when I'm writing. When I started to write my impression of this image, it changed in mid-type and just...became. Awesome!

About Me

I was born and raised in Manitoba, Canada, where summers are hot and winters make you wish for the summer again. I have always loved to read and write. The first books that caught my imagination were the Nancy Drew mysteries. I loved the way Nancy would always find herself in the middle of a mystery and of course bring her friends along for the ride. I have to admit, writing about things that go bump in the night is always fun. But add teenagers, their sense of humor, and their sense of adventure and you have great fun! I had a great time writing Pretty Pretty, and I have a lot more creepy tales hidden in the dark recesses of my mind, just waiting to break free onto the pages of a manuscript. Ideas can be a funny thing, coming from the strangest places. One of the most common questions people ask a writer is: "Where do you get your ideas?" I don't know about anyone else, but my ideas come from a squat, gargoyle-like muse that sits beside me when I work and drools green slime on my keyboard.